3:30
A perfectly respectable time.
Not like 5:17.
No one waits for 5:17.
It's absurd;
the time should not exist at all.
On-the-hour,
half-hour,
even ten-minute increments:
Those are perfectly respectable times
(unlike 5:17).
Those times are when the body
attached to mine
finds pleasure
(or fright)
(or excitement)
when it looks at me on its wrist.
It doesn't have a use for 5:17.
It despises 5:17
because that is when it either
accuses me of moving too fast
or of moving too slow.
Ridiculous
I
say.
I am perfectly dependable
(so long as it remembers to change me
once in autumn
once in spring).
Perhaps I will try, just